I have visited Chechnya during a trip in North Caucasus early September 2017. I arrived in Grozny from Vladikavkaz with my travel mate Igor, and left back to the West to Pyatigorsk whilst Igor was pushing further East.
Why just 24 hours? Serendipity more than strategy. I was on a schedule, keen to keep enough time for my next stop Pyatigorsk, and Igor was keen to reach Dagestan as soon as possible. And possibly, my mum would be happy if I didn’t stay too long.
For Chechnya has acquired quite a reputation in the media through the years. But forget about the media and let me tell you my totally different impression.
In Grozny, we were hosted by Alik, friendly and curious father of 2 kids, who turned very instrumental in helping us make the most out of our short time. We found him on Couchsurfing after sending dozens of requests.
The Chechen hospitality reminded me a lot of Uzbekistan or Iran; we were definitely in that part of the world. Hosts love taking care of guests, and feel in charge of them.
Alik fed us, gave us a roof and a bed, a Wifi access, and made sure we were comfortable. He introduced us to his family, drove us around, and told us many things about Grozny, including what happened to his family’s house during the war: it was occupied by Russian soldiers, who during winter burnt the family’s piano to keep warm.
Alik knows someone who knows someone, and that’s how we managed to access the rooftop of the highest building in Grozny, a 40-storey tall skyscraper with 360 views on the Chechen capital. The side of the rooftop that offers views to the Presidential palace is off limits though: none is allowed to stand there, for it wouldn’t be too hard from there to aim and cause trouble to the dictator-president.
It was very amusing how, on the morning of departure, Alik found me a ride and ‘handed me over’ to a bus driver who then fell in charge of me. When our bus reached Pyatigorsk, the driver (who was further driving to Cherkessk) wished me good luck and to meet in Chechnya again.
In 24 hours in Chechnya I have met nothing but friendly people and a relaxed atmosphere!
Stay tuned for the next part of my impressions of Chechnya: Islam, patriotism and propaganda.
So much that I’ve had to remind myself: what is it that I actually enjoyed about Moscow 5-10 years ago?
Moscow was wild and crazy; really wild, and really crazy.
It’s a giant city with so many people. It can get so crowded. I’ve always been impressed by the hordes of beautiful girls from the entire Federation who invade Moscow looking for a job and a decent boyfriend.
Moscow is a city that never sleeps, with coffeeshops and sushi bars open 24 hours everywhere (and they all do serve alcohol in Russia).
At the time, everything looked like this in Moscow: roadworks, inconvenient passage for pedestrians, messy streets. Today, all of this has disappeared and given room for a livable urban space.At the time, you couldn’t see more than 2 meters away in Moscow, because there was always something in the way: a kiosk, a wasteland or building site that had been there forever, or any other, abandoned-looking mess.
And whilst I like much better the new airy Moscow, I did enjoy the sense of mystery and discovery that old Moscow provided. Nothing was every acquired there, you had to go and look for it.
Wandering around Moscow was somewhat a challenge, and challenges excite me. Navigation was difficult, everything was in Cyrillic, you would struggle finding things, you would get lost and constantly have to figure things out.
I enjoyed the process of figuring out, and I enjoyed creating my workarounds, and I enjoyed feeling initiated. Sometimes I was showing international travellers around, and I enjoyed sharing my experience and initiating others to Moscow’s wildness.
I also enjoyed that I didn’t always figure out. For example I’ve never known where and how to buy a tram ticket. Every time I’ve used a tram in old Moscow, I’ve crawled under the gate and travelled without paying. (In new, transformed Moscow, there’s a unified system for public transportation which you can use with a digital card called Troika. I finally can pay for my tram rides!)
In old Moscow, everything was a fight or a struggle, and I admit I kind of like that; at least when I travel…
And what I liked most in old Moscow, which luckily so far has been untouched by the transformation, is the sensorial exoticism.
Exoticism of the language. More and more people speak English in Moscow, but Russian will remain the dominant language for a long time.
Exoticism of the dresses in winter. I have spent hours sitting in the metro just to observe the parade of Russians in their winter costumes, with the furs, and the assorted hats; it is priceless.
Exoticism of the materials. Sensorially, Moscow is extreme, full of contrasts, and rich of sensations that one doesn’t often have the opportunity to experience so intensely. All Russia is like this, but Moscow is a concentration of these sensations.
The fur of a coat;
the rusty metal of a door and the polished one of a gas pipe;
the sturdy stone of the Stalin-era skyscrapers and the delicate glass of the new capitalistic ones;
the shiny golden dome of a church;
the pastel colour of an old house;
the grey of the Brejnevkas and the little irritating music that plays when you open their front doors;
the whisper of a feminine voice that says hello in a hiss;
the sensorial pleasures of Russian banya;
the sweet sensation of Soviet ice cream melting on the tongue;
the shivers when visiting the Gulag museum;
the extreme temperatures of course;
and how I’ve never understood how Russian girls keep beautiful straight hair in winter whilst mine is all electrical and untidy.
The imaginativeness of the snow-removing machines in winter. The parade of the water-spraying trucks in summer.
Finally, wandering around Moscow is like a treasure hunt, with Soviet symbols hidden and scattered throughout the city. Hammers and sickles, Lenin heads, Soviet statues, can be found everywhere and add a surrealistic touch to the overall urban landscape.
Oh, I loved these things 8 years ago; they’ve made Moscow so intriguing to me and an endless discovery. And luckily, most of them stay true even in transformed Moscow, making it such a wonderful place to visit today.
Do me a favour: if you’ve visited Moscow in the past 15 years and hated it, do reconsider and give it a new chance.
None really knows why statues of cats have been placed on buildings in York for two centuries. Some say they were there to frighten away rats and mice which can carry plague and illness. They were also thought to ward off wandering evil spirits.
A few individual and small organisations have inventoried the cats, raising awareness about this unusual local curiosity, and allowing visitors to add this little discovery to their exploration of the pretty city of York.
My favourite way of discovering a new place is generally to roam its streets randomly, following my instinct.
My second favourite way is conceptual, experimental; tackling a challenge, doing an exercise. Walking around with an idea in mind.
Yes I am someone who likes scavenger hunts, Monopoly pub crawls, purposeful long walks, themed tours, and inevitably getting lost.
Sunday was a lovely winter day in York: crisp and cold air, with the occasional shy but comforting sunshine.
I enjoyed walking in the streets of York, loosely using a combination of sources of information regarding the location of the cats, and taking pictures of these lovely feline little statues.
What I found particularly interesting is that finding the cats required to look up to the facades of the buildings, which gave me a totally different impression of the city than the previous day walking in the same busy streets.
As if it somehow re-trained the eye to look beyond just today’s shouting signs of shops and restaurants, to better grasp a more timeless feel about York.
Information sources used to find out about the cats:
www.yorkluckycats.co.uk have created a “York Cats Trail” as a fun family activity. They give out leaflets with a map and instructions for free at their store York Glass in the Shambles. The map is a useful startpoint, however the instructions are purposefully a little vague, as their trailed is designed as a “hunting” activity.
www.catsinyork.com contains much more detailed information about the cats’ locations, although some of it is outdated (I mean, the cats haven’t moved, but the shops around have)
Moscow is undergoing a major transformation, partly under the impulse of the current mayor Sobyanin. If you’ve been in Moscow in the past 15 years and hated it, maybe it’s time to reconsider and visit the new Moscow.
It is becoming so great that it fills me with joy just to think about it.
Sure, in a sense, a lot of what is new about Moscow is quite normal: there is space for pedestrians to walk, the bus stops have information about bus lines, important navigation signs are written in English.
Yes, in a sense, Moscow is just catching up and becoming a normal city that’s nice to be in. Under the mayor’s motto to make the city “for the people”, Moscow is becoming more livable.
From a hostile, crazy urban environment developed too fast in a new capitalistic world where the rights belong to the rich, Moscow is slowly transforming into a pleasant, welcoming urban space with more opportunity for respect and equality.
The horrible and dirty kiosks that had invaded the public spaces when capitalism boomed, arguably made it very easy to find somewhere to repair your shoes or eat a quick snack, but left no space to walk for people; they have all been removed.
The disgusting asphalt of the streets, full of potholes and covered with stains, have been replaced by new, clean one, and sometimes even stone or other prettier materials.
The authorities are encouraging Moscow people to drive less and walk more. People now have to pay for parking (yes only that’s very recent), and the city has reduced the width of big avenues to create more space for the pedestrians.
The bus stops now have information about bus lines and times, which makes it easier for anyone to use public transportation.
The parks have been renovated, including a sparkly new one that just opened close to Red Square, and include imaginative new features such as the super cool obstacle ride of the Crimea Embankment (Krymskaya Naberezhnaya) that’s so much fun on a hot summer evening. And you can now rent city bikes like in every other big city in the world.
Squares have been renovated too, with more space to hang out and enjoy life, like on the big swings on Triumfalnaya Square.
And all of that great transformation culminates with a smoking ban finally in place everywhere, ultimate sign of modernity.
There are street photo exhibitions very regularly, reminding Muscovites of the beauty of Russia, making Moscow not just a huge megalopolis but a true capital to an attractive country, and adding to the pleasure one has to walk around its embellished streets.
Moscow is crowded, and remains crowded, but at least the people now have somewhere to go and enjoy life, even for free.
This all went actually quite fast, with the mayor instilling a tempo to ensure the city would be ready for its 870th anniversary celebrations in September 2017.
There’s some criticism of course, and in particular about when and where this transformation will stop. The authorities’ have decided to next tackle housing, and destroy up to 70% of the so-called Brejnevka building – pre-fabricated apartment blocks from Brejnev’s time. Not all agree, and quite a few wonder if the mayor is doing this just to give contracts to his friends, a very common practice in Russia; and many fear that this will only increase rents, already very high in Moscow.
But at least, Moscow has caught up with other megalopoles and is becoming pleasant. So pleasant, that when I look back to how things were 5 years ago, I am starting to wonder: what exactly did I like about it?
I haven’t aimed to make this blog a source of practical advice, but I’ve had several comments and requests about this border crossing; and when I travelled to Abkhazia, I would have found this useful, hence this blog.
I visited Abkhazia at the end of August 2017 on a round trip from Russia.
The first step, which needs to be done a few days before departure, is to apply for a visa. There’s nothing tricky about this procedure, it just needs to be done, you need to fill in this online application form. For the dates you plan to travel, aim a bit larger, you’ll see later why.
You will receive within a few days a letter via email from firstname.lastname@example.org. Note the email address which is hosted in Russia; funny isn’t it for a country that claims to be independent?
You must print the email’s attachment before visiting Abkhazia. It is not a visa, just an authorization to get a visa which you must get, once in Abkhazia.
I travelled by train from Adler in Russia to Gagra in Abkhazia, because I like travelling by train and it seemed easy enough. It was just a simple train ticket to get at the Adler train station from the regular Russian railways RZD.
Note that there was only one train a day, so best is to visit the station the day before and check the timetable; our train was early morning and we had to check-in in a separate area of the brand new and shiny Adler train station.
When the train reaches the border, everyone has to get out for the exiting procedure of the Russian Federation. Here it becomes interesting, as the Russian authorities inspect your passport just like any other exit, but they won’t stamp it.
Interesting; because despite not having stamped your passport, you are actually marked in the systems as having left Russia, and you will need a new visa entry to be able to come back (so make sure you have a double or multiple entry Russian visa).
There are no entry border checks for Abkhazia; in fact, only the Russian border is marked.
The train stops in Gagra, from where it is very easy to reach Sukhumi, unlike taxi drivers tell you. Just leave the station and reach the main road (you may want to walk a little further into town) and stop any van (marshrutka) you find.
When you arrive in Sukhumi, you must go visit the administration at Sakharova 33 to turn your printed email into a proper visa. Note that this procedure does not apply to Russian citizens, only to foreign visitors (in case you were still convinced that Abkhazia is really independent from Russia).
You don’t need to do this immediately on arrival, you just need to make sure you do it before you intent to leave Abkhazia. But this can be the trickiest part.
When we arrived in Sukhumi, we decided to go immediately. This way the hassle would be out of the way and we could enjoy the rest of our stay.
Unfortunately the office was closed. It was a Monday; but people told us it was a holiday. When we returned the next day, it was apparently a holiday too. None was sure which holiday or why, but the office remained surely closed.
We met two Canadian travelers who had arrived in Abkhazia the Friday before; and after now 5 days in, were desperately to get their visa to be able to leave. So be aware that this procedure might be causing delays in your travels; and if you’re on a schedule it is best (but not guaranteed) to arrive on weekdays.
Finally the Wednesday morning at 9 am, the office was opened. There was a queue for Abkhaz citizens, one for Georgian citizens, and one for ‘foreigners’. Albeit, these 3 nationalities were reporting to a different person, and the queue itself was rather disorganized and chaotic, but in the end everyone got through it.
When it was my turn, I just handed over the printed email and the equivalent of 5 dollars in Russian rubles. Someone had not printed his email and this created all sorts of problems, so do make sure you print yours.
In exchange for the email and the 5 dollars, I received a loose visa (not applied in the passport) and a smile. Welcome in Abkhazia!
Leaving the country was as easy as entering, especially since there is no border control indeed at the Abkhazian side (in case by that time you were still convinced that Abkhazia is independent from Russia).
I took the Gagra-Adler train again, which this time leaves late afternoon from Gagra, and stops at the Russian border for the standard entry procedure.
Here again, my passport was not stamped; so it all looks like I had not left Russia at all. But the computer system does know that I’ve been a few days in Abkhazia…
So, you see: easy and not much to worry about; probably much less hassle than entering from Georgia although I haven’t done it so can’t comment on it. Enjoy Abkhazia!
When I got on the plane direction Cuba in August 2015, I knew this trip was going to be a tough one. I had been warned that men would constantly flirt with me in the next few weeks – something I am really uncomfortable with.
I was ready for it; not that I would ever accept this behaviour, but at least I was ready to keep cool about it, recognise it was local culture, and let it happen without fighting too much.
I am one to think genders are equal, and I hate receiving a different treatment because of being a girl. But I’ve always thought that, as long as men will treat me differently, it should be right for me to exploit any little advantages being a female gives me. As a mere compensation for the inconvenience.
What I did not expect, is how much Cuba would give me the opportunity to take advantage of men’s macho attitude, and how easy it would be.
Upon arrival in Havana, my major preoccupation was to find my own wheels. I really wanted freedom to visit the island as please. The problem was that it was high touristic season, and there were hundreds of foreign visitors hoping the same.
Most had pre-booked their rental cars months in advance. And even with that precious voucher, they had no guarantee to actually be provided, as there was a real shortage of cars.
But I’m pretty stubborn, and an experienced traveller. My intuition was telling me I should be able to find a vehicle. I ran from hotel to hotel, agency to agency, and asked around, making advantage of my very good command of the Spanish language.
Most agencies couldn’t help, but I soon realised that showing disappointment and begging for help did turn on empathy from the car rental employees – which were all male. They simply couldn’t let a girl be sad.
After half a day of frantic research, I finally met someone who was pretty sure a car was available at a rental agency in the Museo de la Revolución. Quite bemused at the idea to rent a car in the Museum of Revolution, I left my non-Spanish speaking friend queue at another agency (just in case) and ran there.
And indeed there was a small Peyo (that’s how they called that Peugeot) waiting for a tourist to pick it up. I initiated discussions.
It took some time to negotiate the rental agreements. Local culture wanted me to sit down, have a friendly chat, wait for some admin, very slowly introduce my terms, negotiate them in the middle of random friendly chat; and being flirted out by macho men.
The man in charge of the negotiations was called Carmelo. Tall, tanned, in his twenties, probably unaware I was certainly 5-10 years older than him.
I hated his flirtatious attitude, but I needed the car. And a better price. I had to play the game.
Oh no I was not flirting back, I’m not such a good comedian. But I did let things happen without fighting them, without closing doors, being mischievousness as I can be, and letting him interpret this as flirtatious if he wanted.
I was very proud when the deal was closed; I had the car, the price was acceptable to me (still very expensive, but lower than what other travellers had told me they paid), and Carmelo agreed to let me “test drive” the car – an excuse to go pick up my poor friend who was still standing in a never-ending queue elsewhere in town.
I knew there was a potential catch; my guide book mentioned something about rental cars having to go for a technical check every 10.000 km; a check that costs 50 dollars and is very time-consuming. And our car’s meter indicated over 67.000 KM.
But I was feeling brave because of my successes over the Cuban male sex so far, and decided to try that one too. Playing “girl” again, I told Carmelo I was concerned about getting a fine; what if I would exceed 70.000 km?
But Carmelo was a macho: he didn’t expect a girl would drive so many kilometers. And he was keen to reassure me, poor worried thing of the weak sex that I am. So he claimed there wouldn’t be a problem, and his colleagues confirmed.
They were misjudging. I am a traveller, and I was planning a proper roadtrip in Cuba. I was sure I’d exceed the 70.000 km threshold. But I let them insist I shouldn’t worry about the technical check, and they did repeat it, very clearly.
It was my first day in Cuba, and I was already using my charm to manipulate Cuban men. Something I would never do elsewhere in the world; but there in Cuba, this was a mere compensation for the annoyance their macho attitude to me was causing.
When we came back to Havana, after a +3000 kilometer roadtrip in Cuba, Carmelo was very pleased to see me again. But he was also surprised to see how much we’d actually been driving.
The meter had gone above 70.000 km, the technical check should have been performed. I was eligible for a fine.
So I “played girl” again. Was little and cute. Reminded them of their promises.
I heard Carmelo’s older boss tell him: “You see, Carmelo: you fall in love, and you make mistakes”.
When we left the agency, Carmelo followed us. He still had not understood the rules of the games, and was still hoping to score. He wanted to invite me for a drink.
But I was done “playing girl”. I politely but firmly declined. Carmelo was not Carmelo anymore, but truly Calimero.
With over 50 ethnic groups, languages and several religions, Caucasus is a land of diversity. Uneasy therefore to summarise it in 5 key points, but describing all the details of Caucasus in its greater complexity would certainly require a PhD programme, so let’s start with a few basics!
I’d like you to know a little more about this beautiful region and its beautiful people; and certainly more than what you’ve probably heard about it in the news in the few past decades.
Massacres, massacres, massacres
At the crossroads of many great empires, the Caucasus has historically always indeed been the theatre of massacres; and the list of those who invaded and destroyed it is endless (Mongols, Persians, Ottomans…).
In the nineteenth century, the Russian Empire settled in the region and stabilised it, using the help and protection of Cossacks to massacre a large amount of the Muslim population.
When Russia turned red and fought to impose a new Socialist ideal to the region, the Cossacks were in turned massacred.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, instability regained the region and a series of massacres and wars took place, with the wars in Chechnya mostly infamous in foreign media.
And it is true that the beautiful lands of Caucasus are scattered with sinister memorials. And if it weren’t for a few of the recent wars and massacres that made big headlines in the news, many people wouldn’t have ever heard about Caucasus.
Where are the mountains?
When travelling to Caucasus, I expected Balkan-style geography, with hills everywhere, and walking in towns the equivalent of a good cardio work out.
But the towns, roads, and railways in Caucasus were all created at a little distance of the foothills of the mountains, as a means for the Russian Empire to maintain control not just over the mountains but also the valleys.
So most towns are flat; even Grozny, the capital of the Chechens, known to be mountains people. Mountains are not always visible from towns, you may have to drive quite a bit southwards to encounter them.
The mountains however, once you reach them, are well and truly there.
Love of their land
I’ve travelled a fair bit in Russia and always been surprised how much Russians tend to forget the beauty of their land: everywhere people seem utterly astonished to see a tourist and I always have to justify my presence. Once reminded though, people can pour their heart out about the beauty of Russia in such romantic way that only Russians can do.
In Caucasus, there is no need to remind locals of the beauty of their land. They know it, and seeing foreign travellers going a great length to visit their land is no surprise to them. It does make them very proud!
And they will all tell you that their part of Caucasus is the best, of course. Locals in Pyatigorsk insisted I learned this little rhyme:
Кто в Домбае не бывал, тот Кавказа не видал
Who didn’t experience Dombay, hasn’t seen Caucasus!
So I did jump on a bus to Dombay.
Are we in Russia?
The territories of Caucasus have been dominated by Russians for such a long time that it is only logical that it feels Russian. The streets layouts, the transportation systems, the commercial spaces, everything is organized according to Russian codes. So if you’ve been anywhere in Russia, you can navigate easily in Caucasus.
Everything is written in two languages (Russian and the local one) but when they meet, strangers address each other in Russian language, making it the language by default. It’s only once they realise that they belong to the same group that they switch to a common language; Chechen, Ossetian, Abkhaz, Balkarian, etc.
The only exception perhaps is Chechnya and sometimes in the mountains, where Islam is so dominant and the population not really mixed, so it did feel a little different. When I left Chechnya to go back West, I heard myself say “I’m going back to Russia”.
Political dominance and propaganda
The only way that has been found yet to stabilise such explosive region is strength. And strength, Putin has.